Within the silent night, under the light of the moonlight, two people were each other's company—Killian and Nadine, sitting on a log. Killian was holding Nadine's chin, kissing her softly, and tasting her soft and a little bit wet lips.
As their lips separated, Killian's eyes watched the expression on Nadine's face. Her expression was a beautiful sight for him to enjoy—the face of a fair maiden, slowly but surely corrupted by her own desires.
"Your lips are so soft," Killian whispered, kissing Nadine's neck. His hands held her hips. "And you smell really good."
"Killian, I feel really hot," she said, her soft voice chiming in Killian's ears.
Killian raised his head and showed a teasing smile. "Are you?"
Nadine narrowed her eyes. "You really love teasing, huh?"
